The last three weeks of school were very hectic. Tree came by for some help with studying, and Hank and I took turns working with him, and showing Jimmy how he could help him study (and not get sidetracked with sex - only to use it as a reward!).
We were finishing up papers and studying for exams. Hank had received his instructions and schedule for his RA training, and I had received information on the orientation. I would have two weeks of training, and then we would start every week with a new group of students.
Parents were encouraged to attend. So for each student, there were usually one or more parents, and sometimes siblings, but not if they were too young. There would be activities for the new students and parents. Many of these would mean they would be separated, but I had learned that was a good thing.
I was looking forward to the chance to work with the new students; Hank said that I was just trying to find new meat. Had I been the person I was at the beginning of the year, I would have been hurt by that comment; that he could even think that I would want someone else. Now, however, I knew his humor, and said, "Yep, got to keep my options open."
I smiled and added, "Yes, I understand that one of the activities is getting to take a shower in the dorm showers. So I'll really get to check them out!"
"Yes, I can just imagine Sir Everhard making a lasting impression on some of those students!"
"In more ways than one!" I snapped back, with a smile.
One of the things that Hank had read in the rules for an RA was that an RA was to conduct himself with decorum at all times, and not enter into any compromising situations. "Does that mean that you can't run around naked on the roof, or take those naked runs you love?" I asked him.
"I'll have to ask for clarification." He thought some more, and then said, "Fuck!" I bet I have to wear clothes when people come over!"
"Well, if they are cumming, it is probably best that they are naked, or at least have their dick out!" I countered.
"Ha, ha, HA!" he said, very sarcastically.
"Yes, we will have to keep a pair of shorts and a t-shirt by the door to put on before we open the door." I moved over closer to him, and rubbed my hand over his naked ass. "But at least we will still get to sleep naked!"
"Except when we have those fire drills." He laughed, "You remember all those times you were trying to get your shorts on and run downstairs, all at the same time."
"At least I didn't walk downstairs naked, and then put on my shorts!" I said.
"Hmmmm. I guess life will be a little different next year," he said.
"Well, look on the bright side. We won't have to put up with Fred any longer," I said.
He laughed, "Yeah, I hope that I don't get a bad reputation like he did."
"Are you going to try to seduce every student that comes to visit you, or find an excuse to spank them? If not, then you should be fine," I said, massaging his ass again.
"Not when I have you to take care of me!" he said, squeezing my ass.
"And we have to keep our room really organized and straightened up, as it will be shown on their tours."
"Oh, so I have to change the gay screensaver I have on my computer?" which he didn't; I was all the screensaver he needed.
"And put your butt plug away every morning," I quipped.
He laughed.
I didn't worry about all that at the moment; I had to get back to studying. Hank had instilled good study habits in me, so I had good notes to review; all the exams I had taken, with the correct answers; and my books. So it was much easier to prepare for the exams.
Hank and I had decided that we would get iPads over the summer, and get used to them, so we could use them next year. It was exciting to see that school books would be available on them, and that you could just "rent" the books.
The note-taking ability was amazing! Hank had showed me how amazing the pictures and videos looked on it, and I smiled at the thought of what kind of pictures and videos he would be putting on them.
We also decided we would get my mom one. Hank's dad had one, and we were looking at doing FaceTime with everyone once we got them.
So the week of final's prep ended, and then it was time for the finals. None of our finals were at the same time, so one of us was always off taking a test, while the other was studying.
After the first two tests were over for both of us, I said, "Look, we haven't had any fun since last week! I need you! I want us to wear out the bed, the floor, and maybe the roof!" I smiled, pulling him closer to me.
He looked in my eyes and said, "I don't think we should use the roof any more." He thought for a second, "Unless it's raining."
"Yeah, getting struck on the ass by lightening would certainly be a way of putting a spark into our sex life!" I said.
He whispered, "Well, maybe between orientation sessions when we are the only ones here, we can do it in the common room!"
I laughed, "You always assumed it would be Jimmy that we would find on his hands and knees in the common room, with a line of guys waiting to plug his ass. Now you want to be the first one having sex in the common room?"
"Who says we will be the first?"
I laughed and said, "I mean the first TWO people, TOGETHER, having sex," making a jerking motion with my hand over my crotch.
He laughed, "I am sure that plenty of that happened, but how sure are you that two or more guys didn't get it on in the common room?"
My eyes went wide and said, "Really? Who?"
He laughed and said, "I don't know. I don't know if it happened, but it could, right?"
I began to imagine two guys 69ing on the sofa in the common room while several guys sat around watching them. My dick throbbed at the idea.
"Oh, I see that that makes someone very interested!" he said, pulling down my stiff dick and letting it snap back to my stomach.
I blushed. He could still make me blush after everything we had been through. He said it was cute. I wasn't so sure.
"Yeah, I think we will have to give that a try!" he said, stroking my dick.
Hank wrestled me to the bed, not that it took much; and by mutual decision, we lay down side by side, head to foot. I could now play and suck on Hank's cock, and him on mine.
Those sessions were really amazing, because we knew from experience that we would both reach that peak at about the same time, and we had learned to mirror each other's technique, so that each of us pretty much experienced the same thing.
We knew all the buttons to push and what felt the best. We didn't rush it. Hank even spread my legs and spent some time rimming me. He always laughed when he made me gasp around his dick. He said it felt amazing!
So even though it took 20 minutes or so for both of us to cum (at nearly the same time), since we knew all the buttons to push, it didn't take as long as if a stranger was doing it; or does that sound strange?
More and more. I was thinking about just Hank and I having sex. It felt like the right thing to do; but it was fun when we got to show some guy the ins and outs (so to speak) of gay sex. I would have to talk to Hank about this, and see how he felt.
We were holding each other, after we moved around to become head to head. Hank was rubbing his hand along my arm, and I was loving it.
"Hank, should we start limiting sex to just the two of us? You know, because we're lovers and plan to be together forever." Was I really saying that?
He smiled and said, "Look partner," and he smiled and looked at me. "I think as long as we know what each other is doing, then it's fine. I mean, if you and I are teaching some guy the ropes, or we want to let a security guard have a little fun in his very sheltered life, then I think it's good."
He looked at me to see how this was going down; I was with him. "So the rest of the time, I think I can get by with just you," he said, "but I am not sure about you!"
I punched him, and he made a mock groan! "I understand what you are saying. If one of us was running around having sex behind the back of the other that would be bad. Not that we would ever do that." I included him in my statement. He agreed.
"So as long as we know what's going on, it's all fine," I ended.
"That sounds like we want to have sex with everyone in the world, and it is okay, as long as each other knows about it." He smiled.
"But I understand the meaning. Our photo shoots, and teaching, and playing around with someone who needs it, then we are okay. And, yes, we prefer to have sex between us, more than anything!"
I was nodding my head vigorously. That's exactly what I meant.
We took a shower and cleaned up, and headed down for some dinner, and joined Pine and Jimmy at their table.
"So how are finals going?" I asked.
Pine smiled and said, "Every time I get a grade above a C, I get to fuck Jimmy!"
"What happens if you get an A," Hank asked.
"I get to do him three times in a row!" Jimmy actually blushed, as Pine said that.
"Ah, so there's hope that you both might matriculate when this is all done!" Hank said.
"Well, I don't know about marriage, but I sure do like to be around him," Pine said, and Hank decided to let it go.
"Actually, I am doing better on studying as well," Jimmy said. He gave a crooked grin. "Now that Pine is a steady thing, I am not out on the prowl all the time, and actually get a chance to study!"
"Then next year should be a better year for both of you!" I said.
"Yeah, we are trying to arrange it so we can be roommates next year," Jimmy said, smiling and giving an "aw, shucks" look.
"Hank will have to work on that for you, since he is going to be an RA next year," I said.
"You mean, like from Tampa Bay?" Pine asked. I looked puzzled.
"Oh, not a Ray, as in Devil Rays, but R - A," and Hank spelled it out. "It stands for Resident Assistant."
"Oh, like that asshole, Fred," Pine said, which caused us great laughter.
"Yeah, but Hank doesn't have to be an asshole!" I said. Then I reconsidered, "But that is my pet name for him!"
"Fuck face!" he said.
Pine seemed puzzled, but just shrugged his shoulders, and took another bite of his dinner.
"I'll look into it, but I can't imagine it will be a problem," Hank said.
"Yep, Hank will get to have one of those rainbow triangles on his door." I looked at Pine, and he had that questioning look on his face again. "It means that it is a gay friendly place, and if anyone is in trouble or wants to talk about it, then they can come to his room," I explained.
"Yes, they put them in places where there was a bunch of homophobic hazing going on," Hank added.
Pine said, "We need those around the football team. Some of them are homo-hazers!" He seemed proud of his alliteration.
We chatted through dinner, and then headed to the library to do some last minute research for our papers.
After a bit, I stopped reading, and sat back, thinking on all the things that had happened this year. Just being here reminded me of the crazy things that Hank had me do in the library.
I reflected about the very beginning . . . Hank being all macho and full of bluff, as he walked around naked, or went running naked. And having me get naked in all those places. Speaking of being naked, like my naked melt down in the movie theatre. That was a crazy time, but then Hank and I got things squared away between us.
All those crazy sessions in the photography classes, and then with Thomas' sessions, and the great guys in the photography classes. And how I had so much trouble with hardons during those sessions. Hank would say I still have that issue, but I think I am doing better!
And the pranks and stuff with Frank. His Iron Man competition, or whatever he called it; all the things that had been part of this year.
And parents. Meeting Hank's family and his crazy brothers. And how accepting my mom was, and that purple bedroom. My uncleÕs reactions, and Harold. It was an amazing year.
"Earth to Kyle!" Hank was saying, and waiving his hands in front of my face.
"Oh, sorry; day dreaming." I looked back at him, "Just thinking about all that happened during this last year."
Hank chuckled and said, "You mean all that crazy shit you did here in the library?"
"That I did?" I said, and then lowered my voice. "You made me do it!"
"Oh, so I was the one that unzipped your pants and took off your shirt so you were walking around naked with Sir Everhard leading the way?"
"Well, I wanted to please you," I said, smiling.
"Oh, not that you got all horny and lost in the fog of lust, as you call it," Hank said, and reached over and squeezed my crotch and my now hard dick. "See, you want to do it again!"
I smiled, as my ears reddened. Yeah, I liked doing things with and for Hank. I nodded, and he said, "Okay, take off your shorts."
I trusted him completely, so I unzipped my shorts and pulled them off. Hank chuckled as he saw my hard dick. "And there he is, Sir Everhard!" He gripped it and squeezed.
"Now go walk around through the stacks." I got up and, with my heart racing, walked around the stacks and back to Hank. "Now lose the t-shirt," he smiled. I pulled it off, and was now totally naked in the library. I made another circuit of the stacks near us and came back.
"Now jerk off," he said, smiling. He knew I loved this kind of action, and knew it pushed all my buttons, and that it wouldn't take long for me to shoot. And true to that thought, I felt the wave rushing towards me and building up.
Soon, I was shooting rope after rope onto the library rug-covered floor. When I finished, my eyes rolled back down, and I blinked to focus.
Hank was clapping, but purposely not making any sounds. He tossed me my shorts, which I pulled on; and then my t-shirt, and I pulled that on.
"Now are you ready to concentrate on your paper?" he asked, patting me on the thigh, as I sat down next to him.
I took a deep breath, sighed, and said, "Yeah!"
******* So we finished up studying, turned in all our papers, and finished up our exams. It would be a couple of days before we knew the results from all the classes, but, so far, all had been A's. It was amazing that I had gotten straight A's, and I would have never been able to except for Hank's help in getting me focused on my studies.
He had also gotten me into the best shape of my life. I loved it when we could both walk on our hands down the hallway in the dorm. It was amazing!
So we had a break for a couple of days between the end of the semester and when we had to report back for our sessions. Hank suggested we go up to the lake. There were fond memories of naked guys, and playing in the water; but this time it would just be the two of us.
Hank had managed to borrow a couple of backpacks and all the equipment we would need. He went to the store and put together some food; then he used the kitchen in the dorm to make something called Seven Summit bars.
This was going to be a first for me. Backpacking, carrying everything in. Hank smiled, as I talked about it being my first time. I figured there was something he wasn't telling me, but also figured he would tell me when I needed to know it.
So, bright and early, we loaded up the truck and headed out. We parked at the trailhead and got out the packs. Hank adjusted the straps one last time, and we headed out. I had never carried a pack before, and I was sure that, a year ago, I could never have carried a pack for a mile, much less the 6 miles to the lake.
However, a combination of the way the pack was built, the way Hank had adjusted it and filled it, and me being in better condition, made for a much easier walk than I had anticipated.
I wondered if we would meet that character, Harry Rod, on the trail, but it seemed we were alone. When we reached the creek, we took a break, had some water, and cooled our feet.
When it was time to start up, and we had put our shoes back on, Hank suggested that we wear just the hiking boots, and nothing else, as we carried our packs up to the lake. So we stripped and stuffed the clothes in the top of the pack, shouldered them, and headed out.
It was exhilarating to be hiking naked out here in the wilderness; and I managed to do it without having Sir Everhard point the way! I hiked behind Hank and got to watch his amazing ass, as we worked our way to the lake.
Once there, Hank had us drop our packs, take off our boots and socks. Then we took a running dive for the lake. I came to the surface screaming, "FUCK! THAT'S COLD!"
Hank was treading water nearby and laughing. "No need to worry about Sir Everhard in here!"
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuck face," he said, and moved towards me. He pushed me underwater, and I reached for his groin. He pushed me further down and then moved away. After playing in the water for several minutes, I was used to it and felt refreshed.
We climbed out of the lake, and laid on a large granite slab that gradually flowed into the lake. It was in the sun, and warm to lay on, and felt good!
We just lay back, relaxing and enjoying the sounds of the forest and lake around us. After a bit, Hank got us up, and we worked to set up the tent, sleeping bags, etc.
He said there was a bear box in the trees where we were to keep all of our food, and anything that smelled like food. He laughed and said, "Good thing we don't have to worry about your breath! A bear would never want to get close to that!"
"Asshole!"
He told me that the black bears that ranged around the area could be scared off fairly easily, but don't try it if they have food or cubs. Was he just telling me this to scare the shit out of me?!
He said he was serious. We had everything set up and ready to go. I felt the call of nature and asked him where the bathrooms were. He laughed and handed me a shovel and a roll of toilet paper, "Anyplace you pick out - as long as it is 100 yards from the lake and stream, and a 100 yards from camp!"
"Oh, great!" I said, taking the stuff from him. "You just scare the shit out of me telling me bear stories, and now you are going to send me out into the wild where I am supposed to dig a hole, squat over it, take a dump, wipe, and bury the whole thing, all the while keeping an eye out for bears! What the fuck!"
He laughed until tears were rolling down his face. "If I truly scared the shit out of you, then you wouldn't have to go off into the woods to take a dump!"
"Can't I just go in the lake?" I asked.
"Well, the lake is your source of drinking water, so if you want shitty tasting water, then let me get all the water I need before you go in and befoul them!"
"Asshole!" I said.
"It seems it's your asshole that needs to find a hole to use! So get out there and get it done!" He shook his head, laughing.
I headed out, naked, unarmed, except for a little hand shovel and some toilet paper. I found a place that would work, dug a little hole, and squatted over it. I kept looking around while I tried to go. Hank had really gotten me worried about bears!
Finally, I was done, and finished up by burying the used paper and shit. I had not been prepared for this primitive behavior, and I realized that this was probably one of the things, along with the bears, that Hank had been holding back from me.
Back in camp, Hank was smiling when I came back. "Everything come out okay? Did you get all the paperwork done?"
"Asshole!" I said.
"Oh, so now wouldn't be a good time to tell you about the toilets with running water that are located back in those trees!" he said, smiling.
"What! You ARE an asshole!" I said, looking for a building.
"I am just kidding; there is no building, there isn't any electricity, and there probably isn't anyone around for miles!"
He smiled, then made a really evil face, rubbed his hands together, and with a deep evil voice said, "Now, my little pretty, now that I have lured you out into the woods, I can have my way with you!"
I laughed and said, "Idiot! You can have your way with me anytime!"
We had a lunch of sliced summer sausage, Colby cheese, and crackers, all washed down with an orange drink that he had made in one of the water bottles. For dessert, he took out a fruit roll-up and an individual tube of cream cheese. He spread the cream cheese on the rolled out fruit roll-up. Then he rolled it back up, and cut it in half, giving me half.
" What a great tasting dessert!" I said, after the first mouthful. "Wow!"
He grinned, "Yeah, my dad and brothers did some backpacking, and dad knew all these great recipes for backpack foods. Wait until you taste the Seven Summit Bars!"
After finishing up another fruit roll-up, Hank pulled a sleeping bag out of the tent, and we placed it in the shade and laid down on it.
I put my head on Hank's shoulder, as one arm reached around to encircle me. "This is nice!" I said.
He was playing with my hair with his other hand, and I had my hand on his abs. I drifted off to sleep in his arms.
When we woke up, we put our hiking boots on, I grabbed the camera, and we headed out to walk around the lake. I didn't think anything of hiking around naked now; and I loved watching Hank's ass!
There was a small waterfall and a colorful array of flowers around it. I spent some time taking pictures, and posing Hank in around the waterfall. There was some great contrasts with lights and shadows around the granite and the water.
We had just begun to head on around the lake when I heard, "What the fuck is going on here?"
I turned and saw two guys dressed in hunting camouflage, with shotguns, and what looked like a week's worth of beard growth on their face. They didn't look any too friendly.
Oh fuck! I thought. All I could think of was the movie Deliverance. I had heard about it as a kid, and finally had a chance to see it. As much as I now liked taking it in the ass, I didn't think I wanted to experience it from these two.
They had these nasty looking frowns on their faces as they looked us up and down. At least they held their shotguns pointing to the ground, but it was none too comforting to know they could bring them up in a second.
One of them spit a wad of dark brown liquid on the ground and said, "I said, 'What the fuck is going on here?'"
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